To Be Young Poem by Anisa Tara

To Be Young

Rating: 5.0

The clocks of ticking aspirations tock
While sounding bells of expiration toll
A symphony without a crescendo
Exemplified by the sighs of the old

The young may shelter their naïve opinions
In regretful mumbles it is uttered
Nightly incantations that never end
Precocious dreams untouched in the gutter

Songs of hope were once our sounding anthems
But life ebbs desire down into its drains
My thirty mark is still a mile away
Show me how I might hope for things again

I suspect I was cut from old garments
Not cloth made for a girl of twenty-five
I would implore my tailor for scissors
End the suffering of a quarter life

Monday, July 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,regret,life
Sylvia Frances Chan 12 July 2021

3) 5 Stars full on Top for this amazing poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 July 2021

2) mingle with your peers then you'll have a futural life full of cheers. Thank you so much for sharing this very sad poem full of melancholy.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 July 2021

life has so much more to offer don't think so dejectedly, mingle with your peers then you will shed no tears but oft have great cheers and find a loving life as well

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